Continuing the theme of nasty sex talk week…
kidding! HI-O. Roosh is disgusting isn’t he?
I used to be a real clotheshorse back in my college days. That’s when I had disposable income – I decided I would start saving for retirement at 25 – and I liked to LOOK GOOD. I still LOOK SOOOO GOOD but now my primary expense is travel. Second is food and drink – mostly drink because I personally believe that drunks are good people, and non-drinkers are very, very bad (ask me about my empirical evidence) and third is books and maybe clothes. Well, maybe not last month, because I bought this rabbit-fur jacket, but that’s only because it is beautiful and warm and it reminds me of the real bunny I had to give away last year. And if anyone from PETA says anything right now, I’m going to eat a double cheeseburger with extra bacon while wearing it, don’t make me do it.
Anyway. Travel. This month I am all over Europe more than I’m at home, which is awesome. Because I don’t hostel, I probably spend a little, okay a lot, more money traveling than some people might and by some people I mean six months in South America. What I am getting at is that recently I hosted a friend who was traveling to Europe for the first time. I love her a lot, but sometimes, she really set my teeth on edge. She’s a picky eater (oh really? are we still 4 years old?), which is crazy-annoying to deal with in Europe because there are some weird foods – chicon anyone? It smells like garbage. It’s also bewildering to watch someone who has expressed worry about the American financial crisis spend nearly 500 euros on a Louis Vuitton bag at the tacky flagship on the Champs-Elysées. Or how about being afraid of the airport, costing nearly 100 euros and 2 hours to take a cab there and back (public transportation strike). I mean, after a week I could not even deal. It’s hard because I want to give visitors a great European Experience, but it’s Expensive, and Exhausting.
Really I just wanted to whine about all that. But therein lies a warning: if you do not bring your game face to Europe, you’re going to wind up doing what I want to do, which is eat steak tartare, drink champagne, go out to Versailles, and put your ass on a train to the airport with a quickness.